Letter From the Editor

Earlier this week, I stopped in to pick up a take-out order at a
popular Vietnamese restaurant in Midtown. The place was packed, every
table full. The urgent, high sing-song tones of the waitstaff shouting
into the kitchen made it clear they were slammed — deep in the
cilantro — and that I would be there awhile.

I sat in a booth by the cash register to wait. Under the glass on
the tabletop was a detailed map of Vietnam. I stared at the country's
oddly familiar barbell shape — round at the top, where Hanoi was,
long and skinny in the middle, and round at the bottom where Ho Chi
Minh City (once called Saigon) was.

Back in the 1970s, I had a T-shirt with a map of Vietnam on the
front. Underneath were the words: "U.S.A. — Second Place,
Southeast Asian War Games." That shirt almost got me into a couple of
fights, mostly from people who thought I was disrespecting the troops.
I wasn't. The shirt was given to me by a buddy who bought it in Saigon.
He came back from the war with shrapnel in his knees and couldn't walk
worth a damn. I figured if he thought the T-shirt was funny, I could
wear it with pride.

As I stared at the map in the restaurant, I wondered how the hell
such a small chunk of the earth's landmass could have dominated the
world's politics for so long. What exactly was it about this part of
Southeast Asia that was worth 50,000 American lives and the death of
hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese men, women, and children? What was
it about this piece of real estate that was worth carpet-bombing cities
or napalming the jungle with deadly Agent Orange chemicals? What the
hell were our leaders thinking?

Sure, I remember the "domino theory," how if we didn't stop the
commies in Vietnam, they'd rule all of Southeast Asia. Is there an
Afghanistan analogy here? I don't know. Not every small piece of
war-torn real estate is equal. Not all wars are seen as misguided in
hindsight, as Vietnam is now.

The fact is, we didn't stop the communists in 1975, and now Vietnam
is a communist country. And, if we're honest, that reality hasn't
affected our lives much, except that we can now get great Vietnamese
food in Memphis. It has affected the life of my friend who gave
me the T-shirt. He still can't walk worth a damn. And I bet the owners
of this restaurant have a few tales to tell.